When My Nightingale Sings For You All Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

When my nightingale sings
A dream lets out a clarion call
For it is a song for all - you and me.
A song for it is sometimes never sung before.
It needs no other singer nor any musician.

My nightingale often falls silent,
Leave her alone, dear ones.
A song for all is often silent thus
As no torrents thereof transmounts the minds.
A song for all sometimes cristalises into a mute babe.

My nightingale craves for an Oscar Wilde
To listen to her songs vivid and sweet.
But where is he? Has he not died for ever
Leaving this bird lonely for ever?
Who cares for me? Who knows that it is my bird too?

Next my bird cries for a care taker.
A silent wave of her last song not sung
She seems to forget that I too have ears!
Is it not that she is craving for
An entry into those spirit stubborn and elusive?

I see an Oscar Wilde living in each of you
And I have a plea for you, ' Please, listen to her
For none has ever sung for you all with this blind faith'.
You have ears and she knows that
I do not care for what my bird thinks of me!

My nightingale`s notes are firm for a life time
And the songs are sung in a steady way by her.
Your breath too will substantiate that it is a life`s tale.
If you miss to feel it, you will miss to learn about your life.
Dear mortals enlightened, have a mind to hear her on.

Every song sung by my nightingale for you and me
Will make the cuckoos nostalgic and shy later,
And she will come to all your dwelling places
To absorb the new notes unleashed by your sobs
And the mute riches of my nightingale have no reverses.